by I don’t think you can fix me.
Wow, it’s really cold, and I probably should have brought a jacket. Just another mistake I seem to have made. It reminds me of why I’m up here, on this bridge, my fingers clutching onto the cold metal, as my heels barely grip the edge. I can feel the cold wind gently blow against my skin, like the winter’s night was giving me a soft kiss, as if to comfort me before I die. But of course, there is no real comfort in dying; only that of knowing the cruel world won’t have a grasp on you. That you won’t have to spend every second of every single bone crushing day thinking about just how pathetic and ruined you really are. I was so happy I was going to end it all. In a few moments, I would die. My fingers would slip, and I would plummet to the cold water, where I would soon fade away. No more name calling, shoves in the hallway, fights, or crying at night. I won’t have to think about it, or deal with the pain that engulf my heart so tightly, and squeezes harder every single time I think I’m getting close to feeling loved.
I would finally be free.
Although I hear a shout in the distance, I didn’t hesitate. A slow breath escaped my lungs, as I let my eyelids slowly close, for the final time. My fingers seemed to loosen all on their own; as if knowing this was the escape I had needed. The falling was rather peaceful, although it was not nearly long enough, as the bridge wasn’t too high. As I fell towards the water, the air around me pushed up, wrapping around me like arms. I felt like I was flying, and it was beautiful.
When I hit the water, it wasn’t so pleasant. I actually don’t know what I expected to happen. Maybe for me to die on impact. But sadly, that didn’t happen. I felt the cold bite of the water first. It was like taking an ice bath, the water touching every corner of your body, numbing it so much you felt your own skin throb out in attempts to bring forth any source of warmth. I felt all my blood run cold, as I slowly sunk. The shock had overtaken my body, and I couldn’t move. Pain coursed through my body in shockwaves. Burst after burst I felt an agonizing pain ripple through my bones, as I felt a cry escape my lips. But the cry was replaced with water, as it gushed into my lungs.
This felt like an awful way to die, I thought. But I had chosen this route out. And I was okay with it. The pain was short. It wouldn’t last long. I could already feel my body begin to loosen up, the pain slowly fading. It was still burning, yes. My lungs craved air, and my body felt broken and bruised, but I was dying. I would be okay soon.
And then something grabbed me, and I was being pulled to the surface.
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Now, this idea popped out of my messed up mind of mine, originally intended to be a story. I do intend to turn it into a story, but I thought 'man, this would be fun to roleplay' and viola. It shall be done. I did edit it a bit, so it would fit roleplaying needs, but nonetheless, here it is. (Note: It is in first person, but I will note roleplay in first person)
I was thinking your character is the one who yelled out for him to stop, and when he didn't dove in to get him. His motivation is up to you. Maybe your person has tried to kill themselves before, and had to save him. Or maybe, he had a sibling/friend kill themselves in the past. Or, whatever your mind can imagine.
Anyways, MC Is saved from his attempt at suicide. He doesn't know how to think of it, YC saving him. He doesn't know whether to be happy, or angry. But, nonetheless, MC, was injured in the fall. But refused to go to the hospital, and said he had no family. So, what does your character do?
Take him back to their house of course!
And there, I think we can form a bond between the two, as MC reveals why he tried to kill himself, and YC reveals his own secrets and tales.
I didn't think too far ahead of this, seeing as I want us to develop it more ourselves.
But, I do hope you enjoy it. And if anyone is interested, we can develop characters more, and talk a bit
Wow, it’s really cold, and I probably should have brought a jacket. Just another mistake I seem to have made. It reminds me of why I’m up here, on this bridge, my fingers clutching onto the cold metal, as my heels barely grip the edge. I can feel the cold wind gently blow against my skin, like the winter’s night was giving me a soft kiss, as if to comfort me before I die. But of course, there is no real comfort in dying; only that of knowing the cruel world won’t have a grasp on you. That you won’t have to spend every second of every single bone crushing day thinking about just how pathetic and ruined you really are. I was so happy I was going to end it all. In a few moments, I would die. My fingers would slip, and I would plummet to the cold water, where I would soon fade away. No more name calling, shoves in the hallway, fights, or crying at night. I won’t have to think about it, or deal with the pain that engulf my heart so tightly, and squeezes harder every single time I think I’m getting close to feeling loved.
I would finally be free.
Although I hear a shout in the distance, I didn’t hesitate. A slow breath escaped my lungs, as I let my eyelids slowly close, for the final time. My fingers seemed to loosen all on their own; as if knowing this was the escape I had needed. The falling was rather peaceful, although it was not nearly long enough, as the bridge wasn’t too high. As I fell towards the water, the air around me pushed up, wrapping around me like arms. I felt like I was flying, and it was beautiful.
When I hit the water, it wasn’t so pleasant. I actually don’t know what I expected to happen. Maybe for me to die on impact. But sadly, that didn’t happen. I felt the cold bite of the water first. It was like taking an ice bath, the water touching every corner of your body, numbing it so much you felt your own skin throb out in attempts to bring forth any source of warmth. I felt all my blood run cold, as I slowly sunk. The shock had overtaken my body, and I couldn’t move. Pain coursed through my body in shockwaves. Burst after burst I felt an agonizing pain ripple through my bones, as I felt a cry escape my lips. But the cry was replaced with water, as it gushed into my lungs.
This felt like an awful way to die, I thought. But I had chosen this route out. And I was okay with it. The pain was short. It wouldn’t last long. I could already feel my body begin to loosen up, the pain slowly fading. It was still burning, yes. My lungs craved air, and my body felt broken and bruised, but I was dying. I would be okay soon.
And then something grabbed me, and I was being pulled to the surface.
--
Now, this idea popped out of my messed up mind of mine, originally intended to be a story. I do intend to turn it into a story, but I thought 'man, this would be fun to roleplay' and viola. It shall be done. I did edit it a bit, so it would fit roleplaying needs, but nonetheless, here it is. (Note: It is in first person, but I will note roleplay in first person)
I was thinking your character is the one who yelled out for him to stop, and when he didn't dove in to get him. His motivation is up to you. Maybe your person has tried to kill themselves before, and had to save him. Or maybe, he had a sibling/friend kill themselves in the past. Or, whatever your mind can imagine.
Anyways, MC Is saved from his attempt at suicide. He doesn't know how to think of it, YC saving him. He doesn't know whether to be happy, or angry. But, nonetheless, MC, was injured in the fall. But refused to go to the hospital, and said he had no family. So, what does your character do?
Take him back to their house of course!
And there, I think we can form a bond between the two, as MC reveals why he tried to kill himself, and YC reveals his own secrets and tales.
I didn't think too far ahead of this, seeing as I want us to develop it more ourselves.
But, I do hope you enjoy it. And if anyone is interested, we can develop characters more, and talk a bit
